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lil quantum - cold streets كلمات أغنية

[intro]
frr, frr, frr, frr (baow, baow)
n_ggas know what the f_ck goin’ on (slatt, slatt, gang)
yeah, yeah, we in this b_tch (woo, woo)
i say, slime, gang, gang (grraow, grraow)

[chorus]
move the f_ck back, i don’t trust sh_t, i know these b_tch n_ggas hate ‘cause i’m slime (f_ck y’all)
outta state with a ratchet b_tch, ridin’ in fast sh_t, havin’ a h_ll of a time (skrrt, skrrt)
this life cold as h_ll, you weak, you dead, you better go fall in line (fall back)
n_gga, your homie gave you some pennies, you still snitched and dropped all the dimes (snitch_ass, baow, baow)
i keep sayin’ it, if you ain’t cutthroat, you can’t be one of my kind (nah)
b_tch_ass n_ggas ain’t gang, phones blocked, tickets took, calls declined (frrt, frrt)
ain’t no b_tch bone in my body, i don’t bark, i bite, you want it? then try it (grraow)
if my name ain’t tatted on her skin, then that hoe never was mine (f_ck her)

[verse 1]
that’s not your b_tch, she choosin’ up soon as i look (ha_ha, slatt)
free the rappy out the can, f_ck twelve, they threw the book (f_ck twelve)
n_ggas cryin’ ‘bout poles, b_tch, this ain’t the first time one got took (p_ssy)
if opps don’t come out the function, we rushin’ that b_tch, tearin’ the roof (baow, baow, baow)
walkin’ through school with the glock in my jeans, first dumb n_gga get cooked (grraow)
if you gon’ drive, better ride ‘til the wheels fall off, no stoppin’, no look (skrrt, skrrt)
too many sticks in this whip, i ain’t dyin’ in cuffs or a box, lil’ n_gga, i’m good (nah)
got fam to feed, still runnin’ from death, i’m duckin’ that reaper’s hook (woo, woo)
[chorus]
move the f_ck back, i don’t trust sh_t, i know these b_tch n_ggas hate ‘cause i’m slime (slatt)
outta state with a ratchet b_tch, ridin’ in fast sh_t, havin’ a h_ll of a time (skrrt, skrrt, grraow)
this life cold as h_ll, you weak, you dead, you better go fall in line (fall in line)
n_gga, your homie gave you some pennies, you still snitched and dropped all the dimes (rat_ass, baow)
i keep sayin’ it, if you ain’t cutthroat, you can’t be one of my kind (nah, nah)
b_tch_ass n_ggas ain’t gang, phones blocked, tickets took, calls declined (declined)
ain’t no b_tch bone in my body, i don’t bark, i bite, you want it? then try it (try it)
if my name ain’t tatted on her skin, then that hoe never was mine (f_ck her, grraow)

[verse 2]
slatt, these p_ssies talkin’ the loudest, but keep on dyin’ (baow, baow, baow)
actin’ like they real ‘til them sh_lls start flyin’ (grraow, grraow, grraow)
i’m tryna put n_ggas six feet down, don’t hop in this car with no nine (f_ck that)
try finessin’ my bag, b_tch, you done lost your motherf_ckin’ mind (stupid_ass)
i was made to drill, rap just somethin’ i do, gave you n_ggas a pass (slatt)
but f_ck that, if bro say get him, i’m droppin’ that bag on his ass (baow)
spend my money on guns, pills, and kicks, not hoes, they never gon’ last (nah, nah)
if i’m p_ssed, i drop yerc on my tongue, lean back, let the anger pass (woo)

[outro]
b_tch, i’m ridin’ with straps (grraow, grraow)
slatt, gang, gang, we on that (slatt, slatt)
cold streets, n_gga, this life cutthroat (cutthroat, cutthroat)
brr, brr, brr, brr

- lil quantum

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